Loved one, I see through your cloak of torment
and its manipulative wafts
luring others to partake in its suffering.
I see YOU, your soulful flare
laced with billowing love.

But as long as that cloak walks in the room before you,
I will choose another experience.
I will not chase you around the wheel dizzily spinning out of breath.
No, now I step off and wait for you to tire,
hunched over by your heavy load.